USS Delphyne 10008.28

Nicke_:
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CO_Grant:
::on the bridge::

FCO_B`lee:
::sits at the flight controls verifying their course::

MO_Matt:
::in his quarters, pulling on his uniform::

CIV_McLeod:
::in quarters, sitting on floor::

XO_Lynam:
::On the bridge, in the XO's chair.::

CO_Grant:
FCO: eta to rendezvous with Cornelius?

CMO_Lea:
::Grasping her injured right shoulder with her left hand, walks out of the bowling alley::

OPS_Hawkes:
::On the Bridge at OPS, receiving reports at intervals on the diagnostic on the Main computer core::

CSO_KBeth:
::On bridge doing another recalibration of the scanners::

MO_Matt:
::rubs his eyes then finishes getting dressed::

MO_Matt:
::picks up a few PADDs and leaves his quarters for the turbolift::

FCO_B`lee:
CO: Captain, we're currently at cruise velocity on an intercept course for the SS Cornelius ... ::consults the console briefly:: ... estimated time of arrival four hours.

CMO_Lea:
::Walks down the corridor toward the turbolift::

XO_Lynam:
*CIV*: Mr. McLeod.  feel up to a little overtime today?

MO_Matt:
Turbolift: Deck seven.

CO_Grant:
fco: acknowledged

SO_Tarrez:
::in quarters waking up from a restless sleep::

CO_Grant:
OPS: any word on what this cargo is?

CMO_Lea:
::Enters the turbolift:: Turbolift: Deck seven.

CIV_McLeod:
::blinks:: *XO* : Of, course, sir.

OPS_Hawkes:
COM: Cornelius: Cornelius, this is the U.S.S. Delphyne. What is the nature of the cargo we are supposed to pick up? Over? ::on encrypted channel::

FCO_B`lee:
::grins from ear to ear:: CO: If it's a cargo of Orion Dancing girls, I'd like to recommend Mister Lynam and myself for another Away Team duty....

OPS_Hawkes:
CO: Checking right now sir.

MO_Matt:
::exits the turbolift and just as readily enters sickbay::

SO_Tarrez:
::literally rolls out of bed::

XO_Lynam:
*CIV*: When we rendezvous with the freighter, I'd like you to see to the cargo handling please.

CO_Grant:
:: looks at the odd outburst from FCO and arches an eyebrow::

MO_Matt:
::after taking a quick sweeping glance, moves over to his desk and checks any messages or orders at his monitor::

CTO_Psion:
::At tactical::

CMO_Lea:
::Exits the turbolift and walks down the corridor. Pauses before the sickbay doors a moment to compose herself and walk in::

CO_Grant:
FCO: If there are dancing girls, i would have the first pick Mr.B'lee

CSO_KBeth:
::looks up at FCO's remark and at the CO's reaction and hides a grin::

CIV_McLeod:
*XO*: Acknowledged.  I'll be there

FCO_B`lee:
::chuckles softly without turning towards the Captain ... continues working the Flight Controls:: CO: AYE SIR!!

XO_Lynam:
CO: Yes sir, Mr. B'lee has a point.  Might be very dangerous, we two had better handle it.

MO_Matt:
::looks up from his monitor as Lea walks in::

MO_Matt:
CMO: Hello, Doctor. ::stands::

FCO_B`lee:
::mutters:: Starfleet - It's a dirty job, but somebody's gotta do it...

CSO_KBeth:
::wonders why there are no dancing GUYS from Risa and sighs::

SO_Tarrez:
::walks to the sonic shower::

CIV_McLeod:
::stands and stretches:: self: all that sitting makes you stiff...

CMO_Lea:
::Smiles weakly and nods:: MO: Hello...  ::Looks for the medical device she had left on a tray by the biobed and noticed a tech must have straightened things up between times.::

MO_Matt:
::his brow furrows as he studies her movements::

MO_Matt:
CMO: Are you all right, Lea?

CO_Grant:
CTO: since we don't have any idea if the cargo is dangerous or highly valuable co-ordinate with ops to set aside a cargo bay and provide security for the cargo. At least some guards and have a program ready to put forcefields in place.

OPS_Hawkes:
::Repeats message to Cornelius::

CTO_Psion:
CO:  Aye sir.

CO_Grant:
CTO: just to be paranoid , take steps to foil unauthorized transport of the cargo once in place

CO_Grant:
::thinking of piracy or at least greedy ferengi::

CMO_Lea:
::Cringes, but continues smiling:: MO: I..um, think I managed to dislocate my shoulder.  ::Lets go of her shoulder and opens a drawer. Removes a tricorder and closes the drawer::

CIV_McLeod:
::yawns and goes to check his uniform in the mirror::

FCO_B`lee:
::looks at the bridge replicator longingly::

OPS_Hawkes:
::Puts message on Auto-repeat::

CTO_Psion:
CTO:  I cannot behave in a paranoid manner, although I shall use the utmost efficiency and thoroughness.

OPS_Hawkes:
CO: No response from Cornelius sir.

MO_Matt:
::stands up and hurries over to her::

CTO_Psion:
OPS:  Have the main cargo bay readied.

MO_Matt:
CMO: All right, I won't make you ask for help. ::picks up the tricorder and initiates a scan::

MO_Matt:
CMO: Take a seat...I have to be good for something, right? ::smiles::

OPS_Hawkes:
CTO: Aye sir. Main Cargo bays on Deck 14 are clear and ready.

XO_Lynam:
CO: Awfully odd that we are supposed to transfer and deliver a cargo that no one knows the contents of.

CO_Grant:
OPS: acknowledged, perhaps for security reasons the Cornelius is waiting until we arrive

CO_Grant:
XO: the odd seems to be our business Mr.Lynam

CTO_Psion:
*Security*  Security team delta to readinness alert.

CMO_Lea:
::Sits down on a stool and waits, still smiling:: MO: ...Thank you.

CIV_McLeod:
::pulls his uniform straight and brushes a hand through his hair::

SO_Tarrez:
::exit showers and heads to closet::

CTO_Psion:
::Checks security force fields on deck 14.::

MO_Matt:
::taps on the tricorder to reverse the scan for further clarity:: CMO: How did you manage -this-?

OPS_Hawkes:
CTO: I can clear the bays on decks 22 and 23...but I figured that 14 would be more secure.

XO_Lynam:
CSO: Conduct thorough sensor sweeps of our path and the area around the rendezvous coordinates once we are in range.

FCO_B`lee:
:::plays around with the navigational deflector filtering out a minor asteroid shower that's in their path::

CSO_KBeth:
XO:Aye sir, already have the sensors standing by.

CMO_Lea:
::Resists the desire to clutch her shoulder again. Wishes she had been a little wiser:: MO: ...bowling, actually.

CTO_Psion:
OPS:  Have only essential personnel occupy those decks.

CO_Grant:
XO: just in case the cargo is wet or gooey have Mr.hunter-mcleod put on a hazardous material handling suit

MO_Matt:
::smiles:: CMO: Doesn't look like you have much experience...if you ever need an instructor... ::picks up a hypospray::

OPS_Hawkes:
CTO: Aye sir, no problem.

XO_Lynam:
::Grins::  CO: Yes sir.

CIV_McLeod:
::whistles a bit of "Misty Moisty Morning" as he prepares to leave::

FCO_B`lee:
::putters around with a lateral sensor array that he is reworking::

OPS_Hawkes:
CTO: All superflous crew have been cleared from those decks.

XO_Lynam:
*CIV*: Mr. McLeod, the nature of the cargo is unknown at this time.  Prepare to take all neccesary precautions including a haz-mat suit.

MO_Matt:
::injects the painkiller carefully, then picks up a device that looks like an enhanced dermal regenerator::

CMO_Lea:
MO: I think that sums it up.  ::Shakes her head:: If only Ensign Laurence had let me know ahead of time that one is supposed to _roll_  the ball down the alley..

SO_Tarrez:
::puts on her duty outfit::

CIV_McLeod:
*XO* Aye, sir.  Um, any chance of us knowing what the cargo is before we get it?

MO_Matt:
::tries to hold in his laughter but looses it, only slightly:: CMO: Heh, well, that'll do it I guess.

XO_Lynam:
*CIV*: About 50 50 Mr. McLeod.  Besides, we wouldn't want to spoil the surprise right?

CTO_Psion:
CSO:  Is there any method of strengthening the security protocols of the transporter buffer?

MO_Matt:
::activates the regenerator and reataches the dislocation:: CMO: Does that feel any better?

OPS_Hawkes:
::Receives a report that the computer core scan is 43% finished...no anomalies::

MO_Matt:
::puts the tricorder and other device away::

CMO_Lea:
::Smiles, and rubs her arm:: MO: Yes, much. Thanks.

Nicke_:
ACTION: the uss delphyne comes within range of the Cornelius

CIV_McLeod:
*XO*: ::snorts:: Of course not, sir.  What good's a gift if you know what it is...

MO_Matt:
::nods:: CMO: Anything.

FCO_B`lee:
::slows to full impulse as they pull within range of the Cornelius::

SO_Tarrez:
::Exits quarters and heads to the ACNS office::

Nicke_:
COMM: this is the USS Cornelius receiving your message Delphyne..

OPS_Hawkes:
::Puts on main speakers::

MO_Matt:
::walks over to his desk and picks up one of the padds stacked at the corner::

CSO_KBeth:
CTO: If we generate a force field around it in an infinite forced loop while matching the frequency of the transporter it should contain anything in there until we release the force field.

OPS_Hawkes:
Comm:Cornelius: What is the nature of your cargo?

CMO_Lea:
::Stands up and reaches for her jacket that she had tossed onto a biobed:: MO: Has everything been this quiet?

CO_Grant:
COMM:COrnelius: I am Captain Grant of the Delphyne. We have arrived for the transfer

FCO_B`lee:
::notices the Cornelius is not moving and tosses out his intended course to come onto a parallel course::

Nicke_:
COMM: USS Delphyne: cargo ready for transport as soon as you are ready...manifest ready for download at your convenience

XO_Lynam:
CSO: Scan the vessel, ascertain the ship's status and any emmissions from the cargo.

MO_Matt:
::taps on the padd for a moment while walking back:: CMO: I wouldn't know.  I just got on shift.

CIV_McLeod:
::arrives at cargo bay, shrugging into a hazmat suit::

XO_Lynam:
*CIV*: Stand by to receive the cargo manifest.

MO_Matt:
::hands her the padd with the rough list of equipment needed for the medical laboratory::

OPS_Hawkes:
Comm: Cornelius: Ok, downloading.

OPS_Hawkes:
::Downloads manifest::

CTO_Psion:
OPS:  What would be the energy requirements of CSO's plan for increasing the security integrity of the transporter buffer?

MO_Matt:
CMO: That's very much a draft, by the way.

CO_Grant:
OPS: Get the manifest and pass it along to CIV

FCO_B`lee:
::slows the ship further to approach the Cornelius dead slow::

CSO_KBeth:
XO:Unable to get any sensor readings from the cargo.  All other scans are within normal perameters.

SO_Tarrez:
::Walks into the ACNS office::

XO_Lynam:
OPS: Send a copy of that to Mr. McLeod please.

OPS_Hawkes:
CO: Aye sir.

CIV_McLeod:
*XO*: Aye sir.

CO_Grant:
FCO: good piloting to put us along side the Cornelius

OPS_Hawkes:
::as the manifest downloads, a copy is sent to CIV::

FCO_B`lee:
CO: Aye sir ... coming alongside now. ::maneuvers the Delphyne to position:: CO: Relative stop, Captain...

XO_Lynam:
CSO: Very well.  Continue to scan the surrounding areas for anything....strange.

OPS_Hawkes:
CTO: Well, it shouldn't be too much. No more that shields require certainly.

CMO_Lea:
MO: Hmm...  ::Begins to put on the jacket, accepts the PADD, and taps her combadge...a rather interesting juggling act:: *XO*: Do we have knowledge of the type of cargo we will be taking aboard?   ::Glances at the PADD, nodding::

FCO_B`lee:
::mutters:: XO: Or normal, for that matter, judging by how this ship operates....

CIV_McLeod:
::recieves the list and looks it over::

CO_Grant:
FCO: very good

MO_Matt:
::sits down on a biobed nearby to wait for the XO's response to the request::

SO_Tarrez:
::Looks around and does not see anybody to her relief::

CTO_Psion:
::Makes the necessary adjustments to the transporter buffer::

XO_Lynam:
*CMO*: Yes doctor, looks like normal colony supplies....medical, building food stuffs.

CTO_Psion:
CO:  Transporter buffers have been improved with added security measures.

OPS_Hawkes:
CO /XO : Download complete. CIV has a copy.

CO_Grant:
CTO: very good

CO_Grant:
OPS: acknowledged

CMO_Lea:
::Taps at the PADD, scrolling down:: *XO*: Can I have a copy of the manifest so that I may determine if anything will need specific care by the medical staff?

CIV_McLeod:
::mutters about getting into the suit and no hazardous materials::

OPS_Hawkes:
CO: We are ready to transport on your order sir.

OPS_Hawkes:
::Doubles checks the transport settings::

CO_Grant:
OPS: proceed to have the supplies beamed over.

OPS_Hawkes:
CO: Aye sir!

CO_Grant:
CTO: Keep the security team available for Mr.Hunter-mcleod

OPS_Hawkes:
COM:Cornelius: We are commencing transport.

CTO_Psion:
CO:  Aye

SO_Tarrez:
::exits ANCS office only to find herself face to face with Ens. Harvester::

XO_Lynam:
*CMO*: If you wish you may meet Mr. McLeod in the cargo bay and coordinate the storage with him.  I'll send a manifest to your PADD in the meantime.

OPS_Hawkes:
::Initated transport sequence::

CTO_Psion:
*Security* Security team delta, report to deck 14.

CSO_KBeth:
::runs an internal scan of the cargo as it starts to materialize::

FCO_B`lee:
::swivels in his chair:: CO: Ummm ... I'm no scientist ... but shouldn’t we be picking up life signs from the Cornelius?  And if we aren't, do we really want to send anyone over there? Or bring anything back?

CMO_Lea:
*XO*: Understood. Thank you.   ::Looks up:: MO: Looks good. Care to take this to the captain yourself?

CTO_Psion:
*Security* Security teams epsilon and pi on standby support.

MO_Matt:
CMO: Does it look final enough?

CSO_KBeth:
::looks at FCO and wonders why he thinks we didn't pick up lifeforms::

CTO_Psion:
CO:  Security has been dispatched.

CO_Grant:
FCO: Unless there is a risk , the cornelius might be an automatic freighter

SO_Tarrez:
::Quickly blushes and gives him a slight nod as she moves pass him::

CO_Grant:
CTO: acknowledged

XO_Lynam:
CSO: We did pick up lifesigns did we not?

CIV_McLeod:
::checks off each item as it is transported::

FCO_B`lee:
::looks at the CO incredulously:: CO: Wouldn't that be mentioned in the ship's library?  The type of freighter this falls under?

OPS_Hawkes:
::Goes over the power protocols in the event of a saucer sep should the cargo somehow go super-nova::

CMO_Lea:
MO: It seems thorough enough to extrapolate a supply list, which is what Grant wanted.

CSO_KBeth:
XO:Aye sir.  I reported that all the scans showed nothing abnormal.  Everything is as it should be for a freighter.  Normal compliment of crew, no weapons activated...

MO_Matt:
::nods:: CMO: I'll take it up to him right away. ::slides down off the biobed::

CO_Grant:
OPS: can you allay Mr.B'lee's fears about the Cornelius?

OPS_Hawkes:
CO: I'll do my best sir!

OPS_Hawkes:
::Checks the life scans, and brings up the Cornelius specs::

XO_Lynam:
CO: Lt. T'Kar reports normal lifesigns sir.

FCO_B`lee:
::shakes his head at his 'fearless leader' and swivels back to his console:: Self: Don't come crying to me when you get eaten up in the middle of the night by a grobnid....

CMO_Lea:
MO: All right.  I'll be in the cargo bay..  ::Sets the PADD down, then remembers the manifest is now there. Picks it back up, shaking her head and smiles::

Lt_Cray:
::On deck 14::  *CTO*  Security team reporting.  All at the ready sir.

CO_Grant:
XO: thank you, perhaps mr.B'lee is still upset from that last minor difficulty during the last AT

FCO_B`lee:
::feels his cheeks redden and breaths slowly and deeply::

CMO_Lea:
::Steps out of sickbay and into the corridor::

OPS_Hawkes:
CO / FCO: Life signs show a crew consistent with that class of ship. ::Sends copies of the date to both consoles::

FCO_B`lee:
::wonders why no one is questioning the crews refusal to answer hails then::

CO_Grant:
OPS: acknowledged and how is the transfer going?

XO_Lynam:
CO: Possible sir, however I would like to state for the record that almost being Euthanized does not qualify in my book as minor.  Sir.

CIV_McLeod:
::continues checking off carge, while simultaneously trying to air out the hazmat suit

OPS_Hawkes:
CO: I'll find out sir.

OPS_Hawkes:
*CIV*: How goes the transfer?

CSO_KBeth:
XO:I'll agree with you there!

CIV_McLeod:
*OPS*: Almost done...everything appears to be here...

CO_Grant:
XO: of course Mr.Lynam i was discussing the command chair shock

MO_Matt:
::runs off the list onto another padd from his monitor::

Lt_Cray:
::Begins tricorder scans of the cargo bay from the other side of the door::

OPS_Hawkes:
*CIV*: Thanks

SO_Tarrez:
::heads to TL::

OPS_Hawkes:
CO: CIV reports that transfere is almost complete. Everything seems to be in order.

MO_Matt:
::takes the padd and heads out into the corridor::

CO_Grant:
OPS: Very good

CO_Grant:
FCO: Please prepare a course to Saulis II

MO_Matt:
::steps into the turbolift:: Computer: Deck...bridge.

CMO_Lea:
::Heads to the turbolift and requests the cargobay deck::

FCO_B`lee:
::keys up the navigational charts and quickly plots a course:: CO: Aye, mon Capitan ... course laid in.

MO_Matt:
::the turbolift doesn't move:: Computer: All right, just the bridge then.

CO_Grant:
FCO: acknowledged

CO_Grant:
*CIV*: Inform the bridge the moment the cargo is all accounted for aboard this ship

CIV_McLeod:
*CO* Aye, sir.  Just a few more crates ::looks around::

MO_Matt:
::exits the turbolift onto the bridge::

CO_Grant:
:: hears the TL open::

CMO_Lea:
::Enters the cargo bay and walks to McLeod::

Nicke_:
ACTION: the CIV gets an "eerie"feeling as the crates are transported.... but shakes it off

CSO_KBeth:
CO/XO: There are no anomalous readings on the cargo.  Everything scans out as normal and exactly what the manifest states.

Lt_Cray:
::Follows CMO and meets up with McLeod::

MO_Matt:
::walks down to the Captain's chair and holds out the padd to him:: CO: Sir, the supply list for the medical lab that you requested.

XO_Lynam:
::Nods to the CSO::

CIV_McLeod:
::shivers slightly, then notices the others and nods and smiles at them::

CO_Grant:
CSO: very good but keep a sensor on the cargo anyways

SO_Tarrez:
::Enters TL and with nothing better to do:: TL:Bridge

Lt_Cray:
CIV:  Everything alright?

CMO_Lea:
CIV: Hello Lieutenant..  How is everything going?

Lt_Cray:
CMO:  Very well doctor, thank you.

CIV_McLeod:
Craye,CMO: Hey there...everything seems to be in order here...we have all the crates, anyways

CO_Grant:
MO: Thank you Dr.Laiiron, I will look this over later. Take a look on Sci 2 for  moment to confirm no medical danger from the bridge

CO_Grant:
MO: from the cargo

SO_Tarrez:
::exits TL onto the bridge::

CIV_McLeod:
*CO*: All crates accounted for, sir.  I won't know what's in them until we open them,though...

MO_Matt:
::nods:: CO: Aye, sir.

MO_Matt:
::takes a seat at the second science console::

CO_Grant:
*CIV*: acknowledged

Lt_Cray:
*CTO*  Transport complete, situation status at nominal.

CO_Grant:
OPS: signal the cornelius with our acknowledgement of receipt of cargo

CTO_Psion:
*Lt Cray*  Very well.

MO_Matt:
::initiates a full internal scan of the entire deck, focusing in on the actual cargo bay in regular sweeps::

OPS_Hawkes:
::Sends the electronic receipt to the CO's console for his signature::

OPS_Hawkes:
CO: Aye sir.

CTO_Psion:
CO:  Cargo is aboard and accounted for and no difficulties have arisen.

SO_Tarrez:
::heads towards the CSO::

CO_Grant:
::signs on console::

OPS_Hawkes:
COMM: Cornelius: Transfer complete. Thanks, and have a good day. ::sends receipt with transmission::

CIV_McLeod:
::eyes the crates warily::  self, softly: this is creepy feelin'

CMO_Lea:
CIV: Do you suppose we should look through any of the crates?  Routine checks to be sure everything is per manifest?

SO_Tarrez:
CSO: Is there anything I can do to help.

Nicke_:
COMM: Delphyne: thanks for your help!!

CSO_KBeth:
::sets the sensors to sweep the cargo and the surrounding area::

MO_Matt:
::makes sure there is a comprehensive chemical and biological analyses drawn from the detailed scans, and begins to look them over for any irregulars::

Nicke_:
ACTION: The Cornelius moves off as soon as the transfer is complete

CO_Grant:
CTO: Once our personnel are finished with the cargo, establish your forcefields

FCO_B`lee:
::thinks that ship sounds awfully glad to get rid of this cargo::

CTO_Psion:
CO:  Aye.

CIV_McLeod:
::looks at CMO:: CMO: Sure, I guess we can check some of the non-perishables::

MO_Matt:
::looks over his shoulder to the center of the bridge::

CO_Grant:
FCO: engage your course to Saulis II, warp 6

FCO_B`lee:
::nods and engages course:: CO: You got it ... ::enages Warp engines::

OPS_Hawkes:
::retrieves the power used in the transporter modification, and reassigns it to force fields and such::

CMO_Lea:
::Sighs with relief:: CIV: All right...::Consults the manifest;: I guess I'll start with this crate here.  ::Walks about ten feet away and examines a latch::

MO_Matt:
CO: No medical dangers present according to the scans, Sir.

CTO_Psion:
Lt. Cray:  Establish forcefields once the cargo has been finished inpection.

CO_Grant:
MO: acknowledged

CSO_KBeth:
SO: Yes...take over the science station.  I want to go make a hand-held scan of the cargo.

Nicke_:
ACTION: the latches are locked ..... 

SO_Tarrez:
CSO: Aye.

CSO_KBeth:
XO: I'm going to head down to the cargo bay and help the CIV.  I want to make sure the internal sensors are working.  The SO will man the science station.

CMO_Lea:
::Fiddles with the lock a minutes and looks over to McLeod:: CIV: This one is locked..  ::Moves to another crate and checks it::  This is too...

CO_Grant:
::reads instructions that cargo is not to be opened::

Nicke_:
ACTION: all crates appear to be locked.....

CO_Grant:
CSO: remember not to open the cargo

XO_Lynam:
CSO: Acknowleged

CIV_McLeod:
CMO: Strange.  Usually they don't do that.

MO_Matt:
::stands up from the station and walks over to the Captain again::

MO_Matt:
CO: Do you have any further need of me on the bridge?

FCO_B`lee:
::glances at the MO who keeps going back and forth and back and forth::

CSO_KBeth:
CO: Aye sir ::heads to TL::

CO_Grant:
OPS: Send an encrypted message to Saulis II , tell them we are on our way with their supplies

CMO_Lea:
CIV: Hmm...  ::Pulls a tricorder from her belt and opens it up:: Maybe I can get a closer scan with my tricorder..

OPS_Hawkes:
CO: Aye sir!

FCO_B`lee:
CO: Best speed to Saulis II, Captain...

SO_Tarrez:
::takes over the internal scanning of the cargo::

CIV_McLeod:
CMO: Okay, but be careful.  There's something odd going on, I think.

CSO_KBeth:
TL: Deck 14

OPS_Hawkes:
::Encrypts message:: COMM: Saulis II, this is U.S.S. Delphyne, we have your supplies and are en-route.

CTO_Psion:
::Scans for ships::

CO_Grant:
MO: you are dismissed

MO_Matt:
::nods and heads into the turbolift::

MO_Matt:
Computer: Deck seven.

OPS_Hawkes:
CO: Message encrypted and sent sir.

CO_Grant:
CTO: If science people want to scan cargo it is ok but do not lower the forcefields for that task unless I or Mr.Lynam order it.

CMO_Lea:
::Taps at her tricorder:: CIV: Very odd...  I can't get any reading...

CSO_KBeth:
::exits the TL and enters the Main bay...sees the CIV and heads over to him::

CO_Grant:
OPS: acknowledged

CTO_Psion:
CO:  Aye sir.

MO_Matt:
*CMO*: Need any assistance down there?

OPS_Hawkes:
::Receives another report on the Computer core. It's clean.::

CIV_McLeod:
CMO: Hmm..I would think that these crates are not meant to be opened, then.  I'd as soon erect a force field around the whole cargo...

CTO_Psion:
*Lt Cray*  Force fields must be maintained while all scanning procedures are being performed.

CSO_KBeth:
CIV/CMO: How's it going?  Orders are not to open the crates.

CMO_Lea:
::Looks wistfully at the cargo:: CIV: It is your call afterall.  I just don't like not knowing what's a few decks below us...

CMO_Lea:
*MO*: Not really. I should be on my way back up shortly.

CIV_McLeod:
CSO/CMO: And so comes the official word.  I guess we leave these alone for now

CO_Grant:
CTO: Science personnel can scan the cargo from the sci stations and labs. Have the cargo bay evacuated then sealed

CMO_Lea:
CSO: Really?  From Grant or the other ship?

MO_Matt:
*CMO*: All right.

FCO_B`lee:
::pays close to attention to the navigational deflector as the Delphyne hurtles through space at best speed::

MO_Matt:
::walks out of the turbolift and into sickbay::

CSO_KBeth:
CMO:Both.

Lt_Cray:
CIV:  I have my orders to seal off the main cargo bay.  We have to leave now.

MO_Matt:
::sits down at his desk::

CMO_Lea:
CSO: Why am I not surprised?   CSO/CIV: Well then, I will be off to sickbay...  ::Turns for the door to the corridor::

CIV_McLeod:
::raises an eyebrow:: Cray: okay...is there..something wrong?  ::clears everyone out of the cargo bay::

OPS_Hawkes:
CO: Permission to cut all excess power to the cargo bay with the exception of force fields and sensors?

CMO_Lea:
::Looks wistfully behind her for a moment, then walks to the turbolift::

CO_Grant:
CTO: That means the system that recirculates the atmosphere as well

CSO_KBeth:
::wonders why that seems like a baaaddd idea, but starts to leave anyway:: CIV: Let me set my tricorder on active scanning first. ::sets it down and leaves::

CO_Grant:
CTO: co-ordinate with OPS to lock out the control panels in the cargo bay

FCO_B`lee:
::wonders if he should go down to the cargo bay himself, for a look see, since he seems to be the only one concerned about this unusual cargo:: Self: Voice of reason, as usual....

Lt_Cray:
::Exits main cargo bay::  Computer:  Initiate security force fields, level 10.

Lt_Cray:
*CTO*  Force fields in place sir.  Security team delta now exiting deck 14.

CMO_Lea:
::Enters the turbolift:: TL: Deck seven.

OPS_Hawkes:
::Cuts all extra power to the bay. Cuts life support, removes the atmosphere, and locks out all control panels.::

CIV_McLeod:
::realizes he's still in the hazmat suit::

CTO_Psion:
OPS:  Proceed with power diversion from deck 14.

CO_Grant:
XO: I am going to the Ready room to read over this list from MO and CMO

OPS_Hawkes:
CTO: Aye sir. Implemented.

Lt_Cray:
::Enters turbolift with security and leaves deck 14::

XO_Lynam:
CO: Roger that.

CO_Grant:
::exits for RR ::

CMO_Lea:
::Walks down the corridor to sickbay and steps through the doors::

CSO_KBeth:
::looks at CIV and grins::  CIV: Nice suit...

CIV_McLeod:
CSO: I always dress for the occasion

Nicke_:
ACTION: as the lights fade in the cargo bay...a small and quiet thud  is heard coming from one of the crates...... then in the quiet of the room...the latch pops open ,echoing through the bay.........

Nicke_:
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